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Danika
Sitting in Taraik’s lap, I nervously fiddled with my thumbs. I listened to what Xandaar was saying and his stories reminded me of how Neil treated me. I tried to keep my memories from creeping in, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Taraik must have felt the tension in my muscles, because his hand crept up and snaked around my throat. He squeezed softly, just enough to remind me that he was in charge. He was so good at sensing my mood that it continued to astonish me, each and every time.
“When is this creep arriving then?” I asked, trying to keep my mood light.
“In a few more hours,” Roan answered, and I couldn’t keep myself from shivering. I wondered what he would be like, if I could even catch a glimpse of the alien that made even my four captors nervous. I found myself a little curious. My wanderlust was rising within me once again.
In a few hours, I would be alone in this tent. Unsupervised for the first time in weeks. The perfect opportunity to escape, but did I even want that? Could I even envision a life with these four alien men? Vakarrans at that? I felt unsteady. Like I was losing control.
I felt myself begin to panic. Memories of Kaze reared up once again and I stopped breathing entirely. I tried to push them away, but I struggled.
Taraik’s other hand drifted on top of my left breast, taking my nipple and pinching it tight. I squirmed.
“Little dove, I can feel your restlessness. Come. I think it’s time for a reminder of what will come should you disobey us,” he whispered. He picked up my brush and took my hand, leading me over to the bed. The way he held my brush made me nervous and I was suddenly very aware of the flat side of it. Would he punish me with that?
I knew better than to fight. The few times I had, my thighs had paid the price. When I behaved and submitted to Taraik, he was usually more forgiving. The look on his face was very serious right now though and as a result, my stomach rolled anxi
ously.
He sat down and pulled me toward him, placing the brush close within his reach. I was still standing, and he pulled me in between his thighs.
“Danika, I think it’s time for you to truly experience what will happen when you misbehave. I know what you’re thinking. You want to see this Nix. That you’ll be alone. That you might be able to escape. Tell me, am I right?” His eyes bored into mine and I squirmed as his palm brushed lightly over my ass. I took too long to answer, and he swatted me harshly.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled.
“Thinking such things is very naughty, little dove,” he replied, and my ass clenched nervously. I knew he was right. It’s like he read my mind and I felt guilty for even thinking it.
“I’m going to spank you, then I’m going to paddle you. Then you’re going to get on your knees and apologize to me. You’re going to make it up to me,” he said rather firmly.
“Paddle?” I repeated breathlessly, and he nodded.
“With your brush,” he replied. I stared at it for a long moment, realizing that the thick wooden back would probably hurt. Biting my lip, I tried to backpedal and get out of whatever he was planning.
“Please. I’ll obey and stay here,” I begged, hoping my words would make him decide not to use it, but he ignored my pleas. Instead, he gently guided me over his knees, using his leg to lock me into position. His palm rubbed up and down my thighs, and my ass tightened anxiously.
“Danika, this punishment is a warning. You are not even to think about leaving this tent without my permission, is that clear?” he scolded, and I melted.
“Yes, sir,” I whined nervously. The other three were silent, letting Taraik handle me instead. I knew they were watching though, which made me feel even more guilty. The four of them had taken me as theirs, had given me nothing but pleasure and kindness and here I was thinking of escaping at the first possible moment. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. My body grew warm and even then, my curiosity reared its head once again.
What would it be like? Would I crave the brush just as I had begun to crave his palm? His skin drifted up and down mine, almost as if he was preparing me for the worst.
He raised his palm and cuffed my right cheek gently, then the left. He gradually increased his tempo bit by bit, striking my ass harder each time. Within minutes, I was squirming and muttering apologies, realizing that he’d never been quite so serious before. His strike was relentless, covering my ass from top to bottom and this time, even though I hadn’t fought him, my thighs were included.
In no time at all I was whimpering from the stinging pain, fighting against the desire that was inevitably rising up within me and still, he continued.
I couldn’t escape the blows, each smack ultimately finding its target with surprising accuracy, no matter how much I tried to wriggle away.
“Taraik, please don’t!” I begged, but he continued.
Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he paused, inspecting his work. His fingers drifted up and down my cheeks and I panted at the effort not to moan. I knew I was wet and I felt flushed, my clit throbbing in anticipation of his touch. I hoped he would touch me after he punished me, but his demeanor was leaving me unsure. I felt unsteady and completely under his power. He’d do what he wanted to do with me and I knew I wouldn’t have much of a choice.
I felt his cock stiff against my stomach and I leaned back against him. He reached for the brush and I stilled, my heart pounding in my throat. One of his hands squeezed my punished flesh and I whimpered at the ache that pulsed deep in my core.
“Little dove, I want you to remember that the four of us will protect you always. I want you to remember that, with each and every stroke of the brush. Can you do that?” Taraik murmured, soft enough for just me to hear. His fingers trailed up and down my spine, causing gooseflesh to rise all over my skin. “I want you to remember that I’m here to take away the darkness, whenever you need me to. That all of us are,” he added, more loudly this time and the others muttered their agreement.
I pushed up then and he allowed me to rise. I stared at him. I wanted to tell him everything then. I wanted to be able to give myself over completely, to be really his. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I still couldn’t say it. I wasn’t strong enough. Instead, he brushed my hair out of my face and I threw my arms around him.
I couldn’t say that I was thankful for the four of them. That everything I’d heard about the Vakarrans was wrong. That the four of them were making me believe in the concept of love again. That the four of them were opening my heart. That I needed them like the air I breathed, like the water I drank. Not just one. All of them.
